(He carries her hand to his lips and holds it there.)
Margaret
(Wistfully.) I should like to. I should like to. But I can't.
Knox
You must.
Margaret
There are other and greater things that say must to me. Oh, my dear, have you forgotten them? Things you yourself have spoken to me—the great stinging things of the spirit, that are greater than you and I, greater even than our love.
Knox
I exhaust my arguments—but still I love you.
Margaret